Hello from our foreign correspondent in Turkey, that’s me, in case you were wondering. Rochelle is our leader and Dale Rogerson is our photographer for this week.
I’m massively late, having started this the day I was due to leave Turkey and then sidetracked by a wonderful seafood fettuccini, which I couldn’t finish. A 4 hour flight in cattle class which I’m becoming less tolerant of as I stiffen up, age wise, and 2 or 3 days of lethargy. Anyway, here goes nothing.
On My Marks…
Get Set…
GO!!!
Little Boy Blue (LBB) was Anosmiac, Blue’s schnoz was full of polyps caused in part by the sheep in the meadow and the cows in the corn; Hay-fever had damaged his nasal cavities beyond repair. A brief and embarrassing stint in the porn industry due to a misunderstanding over being able to “blow his horn” had deviated his career path for the better.
Or so he thought.
The seaside air benefitted him, but his Hakarl cafe was suffering, people were leaving in droves, due to the rotten Elasmobranch heads above the kitchen dripping viscous hideousness onto the heads of diners.
There we go folks, 100 words, and not a oner wasted! Enjoy!
The Count Of North Clifton 
Yeah, I can’t imagine many customers coming back for that experience.
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Dear Shrawley,
The cafe sounds disgusting. I’d avoid it, too. 😉 But I won’t avoid your silly stories. Love it.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle, I was concerned about this one, but when finished it made me smile, which i guess is the point!
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:Loved elasmobranch
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Who doesn’t? Thanks for reading
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Misunderstanding over blowing the horn. That cracked me up pretty well! 😂 That cafe sounds like the stuff right out of nightmares. Dripping hideousness onto heads!!! Great take on the prompt, Shrawley. 😄
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Thanks! I enjoyed this one!!
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Me too!
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Gah! Sudden loss of appetite here, in spite of the silly grin over LBB’s problems 🙂
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You did well on this one. I had to do three Google searches to clarify Anosmiac, Elasmobranch and Hakarl. Had a bit of a laugh too. It takes all types, doesn’t it!!
Meanwhile, Have a great time in Turkey. Sounds wonderful!
Best wishes,
Rowena
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Hilarious, Shrawley. He may have lost his sense of smell but his patrons seem not to have. I doubt I’d get past the door of that place. I also had to do some looking up. 😀 — Suzanne
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Google helps sometimes!! Thanks for commenting
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Why not market the shark-snot as oysters… the cafe will be a success.
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Funny!! But so right!!
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it looks like he won’t be in business very long. 🙂
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“Blew his horn” – too funny. Wicked story.
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You leave me all cross-eyed here. I think I experience a culture shock. 😀 I hope you’re having fun in Turkey.
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I’m late in responding and for that I apologise!
Too funny. And yeah. No. I am not going to that particular café, either.
Where your mind goes is a strange place – lucky for us.
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I seem to be living in that strange place for most of the time these days, in many ways fact is stranger than fiction right now!
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It often is!
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